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Rising Storm

Sunset settled and the night grew red. The winds howled and the grasses billowed. The mountains in the distance, shrouded with fog, pierced the growing darkness and the crimson seemed to drip down their sides, as though having lacerated or having been lacerated. Wang Yao watched from his porch, gazing intently out to the fading day, and smiling calmly to himself. His cup of tea he held warmed his fingers and his red silk robes spread around him.

She watched him from a distance, from her house far away, her hair smooth fell down her shoulders, and her thin slender fingers gripped the wall. Blossoms lined the house and fluttered briefly, expelling its fine petals down to catch in her hair and in her pink dress.

Alack, rising winds come from the east. The dark clouds were rising to cut through the red. They came too fast to indicate the storm. Smoke, it was. Fire had been started and now it ate away the woods. She raised her eyes towards it and fear gripped her heart. Her fingers tightened about the walls. The man lifted his gaze to look, and his face fell. The war was raging on and on, blades against blade and torches lit to scorch the houses and kill the innocent.

Yao stood, his silk gathering around his body.

"Mei, come," he said.

She gathered her skirts and rushed to him.

"Look at the skies."

She looked.

"What do you notice?"

"The smoke is growing."

"They are getting closer."

Mei's eyes widened in fear; her heart leaping to her throat and she said, "Are they coming here? But what has our town done to them?"

Yao ignored her question and told her to alert the rest of the family.

Yao was the head. This was his family and it was his duty, even as his muscle ached and his sight grew weary, to grip his blade and fight. Mei rushed into the house, passing the trees and blossoms. She called out shrilly for them all to gather. Slowly they emerged, holding their things, and waiting for his word.

He nodded, and they fled.

I do not own Hetalia

This is a clashing of cultures. I am attempting to preserve the cultures in the character. If there is something that you wish a certain character to portray better, then please tell me!

Chapters will be short and long. It will vary, much like a book.